Based loosely on the classic western True Grit, the original comics focus on a dispirited Kara (Supergirl’s actual name), taking refuge on a distant planet, and becoming embroiled in a dispute between a fierce, young girl named Ruthye, whose family was  brutally murdered by the villain Krem of the Yellow Hills, part of a group of bloodthirsty brigands terrorizing the local planets. When this same Krem shoots and poisons Kara’s beloved dog, Krypto, she and Ruthye track down the pirates together, in a race against time, in order to get the antidote, and settle things up between Ruthye and Krem.

It all feels perhaps a skooch played out, by this point, especially since an enormous percentage of such post-Jaws flicks (including several of the Jaws’ sequels) have been mindless, idiotic moneygrabs, with shameful CGI effects, and a slew of wooden, one-dimensional characters to use as chum in the water. This aggressively bland film is next in a long line of grubby, shoddy and spiritless fare —  in fact, it’s not even the first film to have come up with a plane crash in the Pacific as its primary hook (2024’s No Way Out) . 

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent suffocates amid the challenge of its central stunt casting and doesn’t approach the level of crazy that you expect until too late.